They're tiny people with hearts of gold.
They're part of my story that will forever be retold.
They've seeped into my soul as I knew they would.
Part of me will leave when they go, just as it should.
I show favor for each and every one.
The sadness of my heart I just need to shun.
None of them are mine to keep.
I just fill the beds with the Lord's little sheep.
I pray He watches over each & every little face.
And Lord, when they leave put another in their place.
They're part of my story that will forever be retold.
They've seeped into my soul as I knew they would.
Part of me will leave when they go, just as it should.
I show favor for each and every one.
The sadness of my heart I just need to shun.
None of them are mine to keep.
I just fill the beds with the Lord's little sheep.
I pray He watches over each & every little face.
And Lord, when they leave put another in their place.
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